Come my lady Come, come my lady You're my butterfly (Sugar baby) Sugar baby Come my lady Come, come my lady You're my butterfly (Sugar baby) Sugar baby
Hey, hey-ey, OH! Hey, hey-ey, OH! (hey-ey) Hey Don't worry you'll be straight, don't wait [All:] Hey, hey-ey, OH! (hey-ey) Hey, hey-ey, OH! (hey-ey)
highway 40 In my big ol' pickup truck I'm going down highway 40 In my big ol' pickup truck Hey! Hey, Zorak! Hey, buddy! Listen! I'm going down highway 40 In my
Yeah Eh Hit you in the zone with this I need a girl in my world Give me space to spit Picture Halle Berry blowin a kiss Wanna get it from my wife But
that day you haven't been the best Hope that you feel much better Yes, I do Oh, boy, you had my faith, you had my trust, you had my love But now I have
Big, fat money Too much temptation, 'nuff to kill a generation Space station, starvation, premature ejaculation This ain't groovy, this ain't funky It's on my back but it ain't my
this beat, chief The only time they complain is when it's too brief But other than that they long for me to go on On my birth certificate it states: '
I claim, I'm doin' my thang But everybody out in Cali don't gangbang You better open up them mic's and get out my face Give me some space, better break
becomes alarmed... Machine: Outside the breathing space Like a bunch of metal pushed into my veins John Doe: Hasta la vista, oh la-la negras putas, muchos
, bittersweet But it tastes good to me Take my turn, crash and burn That?s how it?s supposed to be So don?t rain on my parade Life?s too short to waste
Bea Big Drill Car, Bert Suzanka, and all the Ziggen's around the world To Jack the third. To Julia Parker, hey Jeff the king Where's my mic stands?
Aunt Bea, Big Drill Car, Bert Suzanka And all the Ziggens' around the world To Jack, the Third, to Julia Parker Hey, Jeff the King where's my mic stands
"Oh ah hey, oh ah hah" And the preachers say "Oh ah hey, oh ah hah" And the choir say "Oh ah hey, oh ah hah" Oh ah hey, oh ah hah Oh ah hey, oh ah hah
some you win and some you loosa I'm on fire, inside my head someone put out the light and they sent the world to bed it's not too late, but I just can
you must pay Listen to the way my rap flow delay His mama named him Clay, I'ma call him Clay Back of the bus with Rosa Parks Too much to say, watch my
uh...well...we'll have to wait and see I guess. [Andy:] well. Alright. Well. Umm. Well. Hey, let's get started. Uh...sorry my notes are...you know a
tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants They would say, "Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?" Lucy would pause, look, grin and say, "I'm busy, thank you much
with life. You don't have to stay too long. MARK First I've got a protest to save. ANGEL Roger? ROGER I'm not too much company, you'll find. (Leaves